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i’m always about two tenths of a second behind
who will love you
the climate charts are not okay
burn the past to light the way
in ranch dressing
a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
conformers something something
let’s just breathe
what’s going on
nanoscale biomolecular wiring
coastline paradox
dreams don’t give chase
no regrets, baby
stronger together
in your hand, you hold my light, the gleam in the eye of Set
don’t wake me up – let me dream
it’s really bursting at the seams
Part 3: The Awakening
reiki realigned my root chakra
1.618033…
it’s simulations all the way down
maybe this year will be better than the last
it’s all a lot of oysters but no pearls
it’s not a star, it’s a satellite
sometimes things that don’t pan out actually work in your favor
this could be the year
i am the rain king
you can always drink more but you can’t drink less
good work emerges
don’t die wondering
hold me closer than that
it’s a stand ankle deep in a creek and think on it for a while kind of situation
I saw someone today who looked exactly like you
no, you can’t always get what you want
snow falling slowly on cedar
searchable log of all communication and knowledge
404
don’t you read my blog
the rain symbolizes rebirth
let go of each other, let go of every thing
another bunch of words you can soon forget
I get the news I need on the weather report
there has been a subtle shift in the parameters of this simulation
the need to destroy things creeps up on me every time
failures are a training ground
that’s right, woodchuck-chuckers
remember how things were before the fire?
it’s all connected
suddenly 45
populus iamdudum defutatus est
it’s probably time to start packing up
is there anyone who knows the whole thing?
big picture
the stars sing: I’ve got their song in my head
my future is so bright that I can’t seem to see what’s ahead
you can’t prove it won’t happen
SOBER: Son Of a Bitch, Everything’s Real
you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take
birds huddle and wait, flowers tilt their small cups hardly moving. when the rain comes, roofs are the first to know.
let’s talk about spaceships or anything else
you’ll be honest, you’ll be brave. you’ll be handsome and beautiful. you’ll be happy.
“a desire for more cows”
it is vast and shadowy, and also part of who we are
caught off guard
stomp them out like cigarettes
well, i did my best to keep my head
we danced as windows shattered- for our island- for the thrill of it- for everything that mattered
I lie through my teeth
there’s a bullet in the gun – there’s a fire in your heart – you will move all mountains that stand in your path
U+1D54F
it has been raining a lot but we haven’t yet discussed it
gravity alters time
The W Boson is 0.1% too heavy
It is raining in San Francisco
I have realized that I exist in a superposition
August, and everything after
we are the virus
reach out to the people you love
on the bright side, Central Park has been perfect lately
from here, I can touch the sun